Chapter 13 Imprint

Hugh Croft was following Jane Fowler all this while.

He heard the argument between Jane and Peter Fowler.

He noticed the sadness in her eyes when she admired the families enjoying their time while she walked alone along the riverside.

She was like a powerful beast that hid the excruciating pain no one knew.

It was only late at night that they would hide in a corner and nurse their wound.

There was something mysterious about Jane.

Hugh found that to be captivating.

She was like the moonflower that only blooms at night.

Hugh could feel that they were of the same type of people

He had felt that from the moment he laid his eyes on her.

Now, he was sure of it.

Jane watched the man hiding in the darkness, yet the darkness surrounding him couldn’t shield the nobility and arrogance in that man.

Danger!

She could sense the extreme danger coming from the man standing before her.

Her powerful sixth sense reminded her of the danger every second she stood there.

Still, she felt a sense of familiarity coming from him.

The same feeling Hugh Croft had for her.

Why were they having such a feeling toward each other?

She had never felt like that for anyone other than the Fowlers.

“Who are you?”

Jane asked, trying her best to keep cool.

Hugh stepped out from the shadow after hearing her question.

The first thing that Jane saw on the man was the top–grade leather shoes.

Covering the long, slender leg was a pair of smooth, well–tailored suit pants.

He wasn’t wearing a coat and had only a clean blue shirt.

The blue shirt he had on blended well with the darkness he walked out from, elevating the elegance and the well–defined facial features that spells “ART.”

There was no other word to define what Hugh Croft looked like.

No words were found in the dictionary to define Hugh’s good look.

Jane felt this man might probably be the most prestigious and good–looking man she had ever seen.

He was graceful and carried an aura of nobility with him.

He spellbound even Jane.

“Hugh Croft.”

Hugh generously announced his name.

“You are Hugh Croft?”

It was a name everyone in Stormton City knew.

Hugh Croft! Was there any meaning hidden in this name?

He was the President of the D.Y. Group and the youngest person in charge of the Croft family.

Not only was he able to manage the entire D.Y Group alone, he even doubled the profit and earnings of D.Y. Group every year.

Hugh Croft’s name decorated the top ten listings of Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

He was also the youngest President ever recorded in the Forbes‘ List of Billionaires.

The rest of the presidents on Forbes‘ list were usually in their middle–aged or above sixties.

heard

and wouldn’t think twice about taking harsh measures. Whoever offended him

never doubted Hugh’s

be afraid of someone with such nobility and

to make sense if he was the

person like him

am the one watching you from the

Bar.”

he’d sensed the confusion Jane

“Okay!”

felt the same danger coming from his

you following me? I’m certain your motive isn’t like those lowly humans

already started stepping

was exploring the escape routes around

her dictionary after

idea.

man standing before him was

wasn’t such a bad

couldn’t tell what Hugh Croft wanted

person with Omega blood

sudden question caught

have no idea what you’re

exposed yourself. You are one with Omega

have felt the sense of familiarity on

was no point in her to keep denying

his capability, he could have her investigated with a snap

what do you want, Mr.

to sign an agreement with you,

Jane frowned slightly.

His proposal seemed familiar.

did it sound familiar to

search for people with Omega type blood in the Darknet

too sudden. Let me think

definitely her

incredibly good–looking, powerful, and came from

every rose

the rest of her life with someone who cared

wanted to be in love, being with someone like Hugh Croft

of her losing her life by the side of a man

she should just forget

leave me

moment of silence enveloped both of

question was concise and in a

at a loss for words on how she

number, perhaps? Or

his question, thinking that Jane might not understand his

easily out of his thin

many people with whom Hugh would be so

one

like

first time

had imprinted on

of her drove

because they had the same

they were the same

was the wound that had frozen their heart that

“Okay!”

her number and WeChat ID

did not want

The reason was simple.

she kept it

be able to dig it out

liked

through Jane’s

simple user name, which spelled

Simpsons family of

full mark “”

was a pitch–black

If there’s nothing else, I’ll

your proposal, I’ll think about it. Give

distance from

“Wait!”

Hugh spoke.

“Yes, Mr. Croft?”

“Your name?”

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